Last Night The three most important women in my life were very sick, probably dying. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I was positive the cause was Irj Becic and his “homemade ink.” He had infected each of them when he scratched those pine tree tattoos into their skin. Finding him meant life or death for my family. I needed to know how he concocted his ink and anything else he could tell me, but would he? There was...
